Domestic Meme

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RULES! ❧ Leave a comment with your character's name, fandom, and any preferences you have. ❧ When replying, RNG for a number between 1 and 15. The number corresponds to the scenario that you will play out in whatever way you want to. ❧ Go from there!

THE LIST! 01] baby Suddenly, there's a new addition to your family! Are you expecting? Adopting? Struggling to find the perfect name for your child? Or maybe you're up at a ridiculous hour in the morning because they're crying like crazy. 02] just married Congratulations! You and your loved (?) one are about to start a whole new life together! It's time for the honeymoon... 03] house hunting Are you seeking out an apartment? A dream house? Or just any old place, as long as you're with your other? Make sure to weigh your options very carefully... 04] household chores It's time to clean/cook/garden/take care of something! Do you work together, or does one of you hide until everything is done? 05] shopping Whether it's for furniture, groceries, or something in between, shopping is something that everybody must do at some point in time! What varies is if they like it or not. 06] family vacation WE'RE OFF TO DIDNEY WOOOOOOOOORL or wherever ... well, as long as the kids are happy, right...? You may not be happy (or maybe you are), but it's mainly about ~family bonding~. 07] romantic retreat It's you and your loved one's anniversary, and you decide it's time to take some time off and take them somewhere nice, where you only have each other. 08] comfort Is somebody sick in bed? Or perhaps they just had a bad day? Sometimes, a good breakfast in bed or a home-cooked meal can really lift the spirits! Or perhaps you want to try medicine, or laughter, or something else? 09] pet Suddenly, you have another addition to the family! Is it a puppy? A kitty? A fierce dragon? Whatever it is, make sure to give it a name and to take good care of it! 10] holiday Happy birthday/New Years/Christmas/Valentine's Day/whatever! It's a very special day that only comes once a year, so make it count! 11] argument Oh, no, who left the stove on... Or maybe it's about why they were out late last night? Either way, there is a lot of tension today, and one of you may or may not be sleeping on the couch tonight. 12] making up It's time to make amends for that fight/divorce/whatever you had before! After all, you love each other... right? 13] surprise, surprise You are feeling rather loving tonight, so you want to remind the other person how much you cherish and appreciate them... if it's by something cute and adorable or hot and sexy is completely up to you. 14] proposal SHUT UP THIS TOTALLY FITS You've been with your other for what feels like forever, and finally you want to tie the knot with them. Will you go down on one knee before them, or get a little creative? 15] other I know I'm forgetting like a bajillion and one different things here, so this is the option for that!

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have i told you lately that i luuuhuuuhuuuve you

[excoriation]

You're not hungry.

[ he repeats it, amused and a little resigned, like he'd known she'd say that. she's getting predictable, and that's not interesting. it was interesting at first, when she'd protested, and later when she'd broken and capitulated, but now it's just dull. ]

[ for this moment, he lets it pass, because he's hungry too and their dinner is right there, sweet and plump. but patience only stretches so far. ]

Shall I kill her in her bed?

[ he likes to leave the choice of activities up to her — it makes her feel guiltier. ]

Or will we take this one home? Reek might like a lady of his own. We could pretty her up and make him a gift of her.

yes, but say it again~

[withpain]

No!

[ she squawks it instantly and loudly — louder than she means to, and louder than she should. just because the two of them have heightened senses didn't mean that normal humans were outright deaf, and the last thing she needs to do is put their meal on high alert. there is a time and a place for that, and it is when young girls do stupid things like wandering in the woods at night, or walking across frozen ponds alone. it's more fun that way, more interesting, and he liked interesting.

he didn't like additional trouble where trouble was not due. so she swallows, and tries again, softer. ]

No. No, he wouldn't — he wouldn't... [ think, jeyne. she should be better at this by now. ] He wouldn't appreciate such a gift. I think we ought to just kill her.

i luuuuuuuurve you

[excoriation]

[ he stops ogling the pretty teats of the girl in the room and cracks his gaze around to her fast as a whip when she shouts. and then he looks back, ignoring jeyne in favour of making sure they've not been discovered. not that he couldn't kill anyone who spotted them, but too many bodies would give cause for the villagers to start a hunt of their own. they feed close to home, he and jeyne, and being driven out of the manor would be an irritant. ]

Shut your mouth.

[ low, firm enough that it's obvious he's angry. if he wants to kidnap her, then he will. ]

Maybe I'll give you to Reek and keep this one for my own. You're looking a little worn around the edges, my sweetling.

[ he says it meanly, but it's not untrue — being ramsay's girl undoubtedly takes its toll, even when jeyne cannot age. ]

[withpain]

[ she goes impossibly stiff, goes still to the point she's not even breathing, and braces for if he's going to hit her. or shove her. it's a miracle jeyne's kept her teeth this long, and she puts them to good use now, gritting them together with weak determination; of he pushes her out of the tree, she won't scream as she falls.

but he doesn't. he calls her worn - listless, drab, unappealing - instead, and she visibly deflates. hangs her head like a kicked dog, diminutive and passive and curling in on herself because years of degradation have not completely steeled her to the barbs of words. why couldn't he just love her? shower her with kisses and compliments in place of kicks and insults? jeyne had long since stopped holding her breath for him to change, hadn't expected any improvement to begin with; she'd just hoped. but hope was stupid and futile here. so she'd adapted instead, and while it didn't feel like she had changed much, and certainly not for the better, it had kept her alive so far. ]

I'm sorry, [ she whispers, though she knows he will hear. ] I'm sorry. I love you. [ reek is at least kind, a treacherous voice sounds in the back of her head, and she barely suppresses a shudder. ] Do whatever pleases you.

[excoriation]

[ it's stupid of him to expect anything else from her. he's broken her thoroughly, and he misses that spark. but she is hardy, his arya, and in his kinder moments that's what he loves about her, that she's still with him, instead of getting killed like the rest. ramsay likes girls who scream and fight and die, but there are plenty of them in the world if he wants them. her professions of love and obedience can be irritating, but he'd miss them were she to stop. ]

Let's play a game.

[ he grins over at her, unkind. those are always ominous words, with ramsay. ]

You kill her. I'll watch from here.

[ a babying, patronizing tone. ]

And if you put on a good enough show, then I won't have to punish you, will I? Hmm?

[withpain]

[ one'd think that, after years, the guilt would have subsided. humans did not feel guilty killing pigs for meat, because pigs were food, just as humans now were. but she held to the quiet opinion that they didn't need to kill the girls they fed on, nor that they had to feed exclusively on young, attractive females. ]

But I [ don't want to. ] am not hungry.

[ a knee jerk response, an old defense, and useless in his company. it never does her any good, yet jeyne keeps parroting the excuse readily when at a loss of anything else to say. even as the threat of one of his many colorful punishments between them, she just shrinks away and shakes her head. ]

[excoriation]

[ ramsay's thick lips twist in thought. ]

Do I have to change that? I could rip your throat out, that would make you hungry.

[ he leans right in, still sweet, his hand coming up to embrace the slender, pale column of her neck. his breath ruffles her hair as he whispers in her ear, the scent of it blood-sweet. ]

You'd have to be quiet about it, though, or else she'll hear us.

[withpain]

Couldn't we just go home? [ she pleads in that tearful, sniveling way she (thinks he likes sometimes) has perfected.

it's more of whining at this point, stalling because what is the point of begging, of going home when they've stalked their prey this far? when they've wandered this far from home? when they're this hungry? she can hear sluggish blood in her ears, and the strong, strong living heartbeat from within the house. ]

I'm - I'm no good at your games, [ she sniffs. ] You're much better than me.